Poems of Faith

A Rock Is Patient

A rock is patient
It sits through lightning, snow and grime
Rocks don’t complain, they take the time to change
A rock is patient

A plant is patient
A seed grows when the time’s just right
It knows the day’s for sun, the night’s for rest
A plant is patient

A cow is patient
It stands all day to chew and eat
It gives us milk in cold and heat and rain
A cow is patient

Sometimes I’m patient
When people ask, I stop and wait
Sometimes it’s hard, but it feels great to know
I can be patient

The Master was patient
He did just what God asked him to
I hope I grow up like ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
For He was patient

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Center of the Covenant

As the moon to the sea,
Gentle rain to the withered land,
Tender touch to a yearning hand,
So you are to me,

O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant

As the wind to the tree,
Loving glance to a lonely heart,
Beck’ning hand to a child apart,
So you are to me,

O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant

As the earth to the seed,
Mirror pure to a tarnished soul,
Brilliant flame to the brittle coal,
So you are to me,

O Master, Mystery of God,
Center of the Covenant

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Evening Prayer

Like jasmine in summer
Like jewels in a crown
Perfections of perfume and light
Asíyih, Bahíyyih, Munírih Khánum,
Surround us and guide us this night.

Dear mother, dear sister,
Dear daughter and wife,
The tales of your service live on.
The light of the candle you lift to our eyes
Illumines the dark before dawn.

With deepest of yearning
With highest of hope
We search for your lives in our own.
And if we are lucky and blessed with His grace,
We’ll follow your path to our home.

Evening Prayer PDF

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The Day of the Báb

When the Báb was a child,
And, invited to play,
He often would choose
To sit calmly and pray.

His teacher discovered
His spiritual mind
That needed no school
Of the usual kind.

At work every day
In the busy bazaar,
All could see the Báb’s honesty
Shine like a star.

And when the Báb married,
He showered His wife
With a love that would last
Far beyond His short life.

What was there to fear then
From this gentle man?
I don’t understand
How His troubles began.

But troubles there were
From some men who were blind
To the One Who was promised,
So tender, so kind.

They shut Him in prisons.
They left Him no light
For comfort or writing
Or heat in the night.

And finally they killed Him,
Anis at His side,
This shining young Man
Who had nothing to hide.

Oh yes, shots were fired.
And, yes, it was done.
The Báb lost His life
In Tabríz in the sun.

But every July, child,
We cherish His light.
For the Day of the Báb
Won’t be followed by night.

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The Invitation

“Dear Pen Pal,” I wrote yesterday
Just putting my thoughts down,
“I got an invitation from
The Assembly in my town.”

“They asked if they could see me.
Well, I wondered what I’d done.
I wondered if I’d broken laws.
Had gossip struck my tongue?”

“With pounding heart and fearful thoughts
I read the printed words:
‘Please come to our next meeting
On September twenty-third.’”

“The day arrived. I can’t describe
How nervous I was feeling.
I knew that if I heard a ‘Boo’
I’d jump right through the ceiling.”

“Well then, dear Pen Pal, what came next
Surprised me to the core.
Every person welcomed me
As I came through the door.”

“They said, ‘Dear Fred, we’re very glad
To see that you could come.
Would you please read your favorite prayer
To bless our meeting’s home?’”

“I never knew that these nine folks
Would show me such respect.
But why was I invited there?
You never will suspect!”

“They’d heard that I had teaching goals
And asked if I would share
The things I’d learned, my small success,
At Feast, after the prayers.”

“By this time, I was feeling great,
Wrapped ‘round with tender care.
I wondered why I’d worried so.
I felt such safety there.”

“You know what?” I wrote happily,
“If someday you should look
To find an answer you can’t find
From any friend or book.”

“Ask your Assembly. They all help
The people where you live.
I really wish you’d been with me
To feel the love they give.”

“Dad says that you can visit soon.
Bring LEGO blocks and skates.
We’ll have a snack so we can use
My superhero plates.”

“Chinchilla barked. Remember him?
It must be time for bed.
Don’t ever let the bedbugs bite.
Sincerely, your friend Fred.”

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Taking Courage

Remember the day that you took your new bat,
Swung it high in the branches, just missing the cat?
When it fell, the car’s headlight was right in its way.
You found me and told me the truth right away.
That took courage.

Remember when Juana and you saw the games?
A whole busload of kids started calling her names
You stayed close beside her, yes, stood by her side
Refusing to leave her ’til she had a ride.
That took courage.

Remember when everyone thought you weren’t cool
Cuz you went to Bahá’í class each day after school?
Kids called you “Be High,” but you went anyway
And didn’t complain that you’d just rather play.
That took courage.

When the Master was little, He often was chased
By young boys with big stones, until one day He faced them
And ran toward them shouting. That scared them a lot.
So they ran far away, thinking they might get caught.
He had courage.

When I think of my life and the people I know,
Old and young, large and small, weak and strong, fast and slow.
They all have their strengths. They have things they do best.
And I know there’s one virtue you show in a test.
You have courage.

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He Gave Himself Away

All His life, every moment of every day,
‘Abdu’l-Bahá gave His possessions away.
And with every present, His love went along.
His dearest desire was to right every wrong,
Give food to the sick, pay for doctors and pills.
He’d visit and bathe them, whatever their ills.

He’d offer His bed, or His trousers or cloak
To bring comfort and warmth to some very poor folk.
When people had problems that needed the law,
He paid for a lawyer for justice for all.

Sometimes, when His family had started to eat,
He would hear of some people with no rice or meat.
His heart would be saddened, and up He would stand
And would take them His food with His very own hand.

He handed out money to help those in need,
Prevented starvation by giving out seed
To be planted and nurtured and grown into corn.
No need was too small. He helped all the forlorn.

To serve the Bahá’ís, He would stay up to write
And to pray for their efforts far into the night.
It isn’t so strange, then, at seventy-seven,
‘Abdu’l-Bahá rose to His Father in heaven.
Because every moment of every day
‘Abdu’l-Bahá just gave Himself all away.

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Holy Day Vision

I’m supposed to try to take a rest
Before we gather, remembering Him
But the stars are sparkling their very best
And I can’t seem to close my eyes.

In just a few hours, the music will ring
As we all gather, remembering Him,
And the voices of choirs and birds will all sing
From the earth to the shimmering skies.

From the foot of the hill, from the edge of the sea
Will come candles and roses and big pots of tea.
Our neighbors, our friends, and our whole family,
Will gather for comfort and prayer.

His trials are over. We think of them still
As we all gather, remembering Him.
I’m sure I hear angels with voices that thrill,
Chanting verses that spread through the air.

Come over as soon as dad says it’s all right
Before everyone gathers, remembering Him
And watch with me here as we wait for this night
The Ascension of ‘Abdu’l-Bahá.

Holy Day Vision PDF

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Oliver was witty
And Oliver was cute.
When Oliver was six years old
He learned to play the flute.
But Oliver would not obey.
He always broke the law.
His mom said, “Time to close your eyes
And meet ‘Abdu’l-Bahá.”

He closed his eyes up tightly.
He clasped his hands and prayed.
A voice came thundering through his ears:
“Rules are to be obeyed.”
Then Oliver heard laughter.
He smiled and blinked his eyes.
In that short time his heart had learned
To listen and be wise.

Now Oliver remembers
The laughter and the voice.
He tries to do the wisest thing
When given a free choice.
He’s learned to listen and obey
When Mom explains the law.
He still is cute, still plays the flute
And loves ‘Abdu’l-Bahá.

Wisdom PDF